Chapter 93
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Blonde Delinquent (1)
To cut a long story short, I didn't run away from her.
Well, truth be told, I couldn't run away. Yellow could sprint 100 meters in four seconds flat, and without maki enhancement, the best I could manage was eight.
"..."
Yellow, dressed in her sailor uniform, kept stealing glances at me over and over.
Her face looked just like a girl head over heels in love.
In reality, she was a vicious yakuza boss who wouldn't hesitate to crush and ravage a fragile guy like me with her fat ass.
'Fuck, she really is pretty though...'
I found myself absentmindedly scanning the pale beauty's body from top to bottom.
It was the kind of sailor uniform you'd typically see on female high schoolers in Japanese media. But instead of the usual white and blue accents, it was yellow to match her hair.
The outfit screamed shameless.
The skirt was blatantly short, exposing half her ass. Yeah, this girl was strutting around without panties.
And the top was cropped, baring everything under her breasts. Was this that "underboob" fashion trend? Hard to say, since her nipples peeked out coyly every time her tits jiggled.
'No bullshit, it's the kind of style where if you even glance, everything's on display. Covering up might as well be pointless.'
Who the hell was she dressing like this for, anyway?
What was her deal, trying to seduce me in such a sleazy getup for some roleplay sex?
"L-Let's go to a motel!"
Yellow, who'd been sneaking peeks at my face, suddenly squeezed her eyes shut like she'd made up her mind and bleated out at the top of her lungs.
Both of us were under invisibility magic, so no one else could see us.
That's how she could parade around in such an indecent outfit with a straight face.
'At least she knows to feel embarrassed.'
Even invisible, wearing something this revealing should make anyone blush.
Suddenly struck by some worldly wisdom, I quietly extended my wrist to her.
With Blue or Black, maybe not, but this girl should be fine for my stamina.
"G-Good! As long as you don't resist, you won't get hurt."
"...?"
"Quietly come this way!"
What the hell was with this shitty acting tone?
Ah, wait—had the roleplay sex already started? Was she that desperate for it?
Of course, I had no intention of going along right then and there. Hell, I didn't even know what half-assed roleplay scenario she'd just cooked up.
"If you make a sound... you know it'll be no fun, right?"
"I couldn't even if I—"
"Shut up! No matter how loud you scream, no one's gonna help you!"
And on top of that, she'd cast silence magic so I couldn't even make a peep!
She's the one yelling louder...
Yellow's face flushed beet red as she shrieked to her heart's content, then led me to the motel.
We walked to the room without a word between us. Her shame had maxed out, so she kept her head down the whole way.
The room was a bit rundown, unlike usual.
"Good...! Now, now we're starting."
"S-Starting what?"
"I told you! You idiot!"
Why the fuck was she snapping at me?! She was the one forcing this weird shit!
"Listen up, 'cause I'll say it again. We're doing roleplay sex today!"
"So, what kind of roleplay?!"
"Uh, well, umm!"
Yellow hemmed and hawed, then finally confessed her goal like a criminal owning up to their crime.
"...I never actually went to school."
"? I knew that."
Magical Girls spent most of their childhood saving the world.
So she hadn't even graduated elementary school, let alone high school—she was a dropout.
"That's why I have zero memories of school... Never even had that innocent puppy love everyone else gets. N-Not that I hate you or anything!"
"...You wanna act like high schoolers, is that it?"
"Kinda, but! It's a little off-track right now?"
What the hell did she even want? Her beating around the bush was getting frustrating, so I snapped at her a bit.
"So you wanna fake high school dating and have sex, right?"
"Exactly!"
She shoved my shoulders hard, flattening me onto the bed. I didn't resist as I hit the sheets.
"Whoooa! The hottest guy in school is gonna fuck me! Jackpot for this body!"
...What the hell is this?
There were all kinds of weirdos in the world. Isiwoos, who'd met plenty back in the Empire, had a manual for dealing with them.
But he had zero playbook for this! A sex-crazed woman charging at him with a scowl.
"...Say something."
It had been five minutes since that shocking line.
Isiwoos sat on the bed, mulling over what he'd just heard.
...No matter how he thought about it, it didn't make sense. For two reasons.
First, Yellow had suddenly spouted lines straight out of some Japanese media, complete with a fake Japanese accent.
'She is Japanese, sure.'
But hadn't she lived more years in Korea? He couldn't wrap his head around her Korean identity taking a backseat like this.
Second, she'd brazenly demanded he play along after dropping those lines.
'No human heart in her. Spouting bullshit like that and expecting a straight-faced response.'
Playing along without cracking up was torture for Isiwoos.
Could he spit out those lines without bursting into laughter with a "pfft"?
Of course, if he did, her ass would smack him with a thunderous crack.
'Let's give it a shot.'
Isiwoos focused maki on his brain, tweaking his neural pathways to boost his acting chops. Impossible before, but with his newfound strength, doable.
After a slight headache, he transformed into a top-tier actor. Wiping the smile from his face, he locked eyes with Yellow and delivered.
"Don't think I'm gonna fuck you! I just wanna know if my girlfriend's okay!"
"...!"
Yellow gazed at Isiwoos, deeply moved. She'd been embarrassed by his lack of response, but now he'd nailed it.
"Y-Yeah, your girlfriend's just fine...! Obey me, and I'll let her go. Got it?"
"...You fucking bitch!"
Half-serious, and Yellow nearly fainted.
Elaborating on her improvised lines like that! She was floored by his consideration.
"Heh heh, with a tasty body like this and you didn't touch it? Your girlfriend must be a retard, huh?"
"Don't talk shit about my girlfriend...! Ngh! W-Without permission!"
Squeeze, squeeze.
Determined to match his sincerity, Yellow dropped the stutters and went full delinquent on him.
She slipped behind him first, groping his chest hard with both hands. No breasts on a guy, so she kneaded like she was wringing him out.
"Your tits are so damn sensitive. Does your girlfriend play with 'em?"
"Ugh...! D-Don't talk about th-that!"
It wasn't pleasure—more like pain from her iron grip—but ace actor Isiwoos hid the hurt effortlessly.
Her lewd hands slid down to his thighs. Despite her small frame, firm flesh gripped his palms.
"You pig. Nice and springy, just like a dick should be."
"Don't touch there!"
"Fuck off, I'll grope you like a dog till you cum!"
Deep in character, Yellow spewed curses. Isiwoos found it grating but subtly lifted his hips to let her reach his cock.
"Ah!"
The moment her hand brushed the hidden bulge in his pants, his body spasmed.
His pussy-pounded flesh was hypersensitive, twitching like a phone on vibrate at her cool touch.
This was no act—a genuine reaction driving him mad.
'Oh? Extra responsive today. More acting?'
Yellow decided to amp it up for his "performance."
No warning—she shoved her hand down his pants. Caught off-guard, Isiwoos panicked inwardly.
"St-Stop!"
No acting here. Fear crawled up his spine.
Let her continue, and he'd lose his mind to pleasure!
"A loose slutty cock like yours needs this!"
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
But no miracle escape for Isiwoos!
She jerked him with fast, precise strokes.
His spine nearly snapped backward. Instinctive thrashing followed, but her iron arms pinned him.
"Gotta torment it!"
"Hngh, hngh♡"
"You fucker about to cum already? You're done for!"
Drip.
Yellow stopped. The building orgasm trapped his semen at the tip, not a drop escaping.
"I'll fuck you raw till you become my man."
Still thinking it was all an act, Yellow meant business—no holding back.